Sarah's POV The formal dining room glowed under the crystal chandelier, its light fracturing across silverware and fine bone china like scattered diamonds. The long mahogany table was set with precision, fresh lilies in a low centerpiece, wine breathing in decanters, and courses arranged by the housekeeper with silent efficiency.Roast quail, herb-infused vegetables, and delicate sauces filled the air with savory warmth, but the atmosphere felt anything but comforting.I sat on one side of the table in a soft lavender dress, my hands folded in my lap to hide their slight tremble. Adrian occupied the head, looking polished in his open-collar shirt after a long day at the office. Eleanor reigned at the opposite end, pearls luminous against her navy blouse, her posture impeccable as always.As the main course was served, I took a steadying breath and spoke.“I’ll be meeting with Carla Ruiz in three days,” I said quietly, keeping my tone measured and soft. “We scheduled it this afternoon
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